"Sign up?" Qin Gang raised his eyebrows slightly: "Have you not received the notice from the sect?"

Well? Everyone's expressions changed. What announcement?

A bad feeling came to my mind.

"Deputy Hall Master Qin, we are all on duty outside the gate, and we just rushed back today. I really don't know what the sect has announced." Song Qingshan said solemnly.

Qin Gang's expression changed. He turned around and exchanged glances with Xi Ruolan, then announced with a hint of regret: "You guys are late... Three days ago, the registration quota reached 300 people. The quota was full. Registration ended three days ago.

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Looking at several fifth-level holy kings in the crowd, Qin Gang secretly thought it was a pity.

This statement caused an uproar and the crowd was excited!

There are thirty of them, and their strength is above that of the fourth-level Holy King. After finally returning from the mission, they got the news that the quota was full?

"Are you kidding me? I waited for three full years for Xianyun Ancient Temple to be held once every five years, but the quota was already full?" A young man over twenty years old found it difficult to accept the sudden reality in front of him.

"Yes! Why? The registration for the last session was based on the deadline. Why did this session suddenly change to the quota being full and the deadline be early?" Another fifth-level holy king suppressed his angry temper and tried his best to calm down.

Song Qingshan's eyes were blank, and he said blankly: "How... how is it possible? I have lost the qualification to register?"

Cengceng——

Su Yu staggered back two steps and suddenly announced, cutting off all his hopes!

This, this is the only shortcut to save Xian'er!

Even if you lose the opportunity to register, how can you talk about entering the Xianyun Ancient Temple, and how can you talk about finding the Phoenix Blood Pill to save Xian'er?

He accepted a mission that he knew would lead to death just to break through to the fourth level Holy King and meet the registration conditions!

What's ridiculous is that he worked so hard to improve his cultivation to the fourth level of Holy King, but he rushed back at the last moment, only to be turned away by the cruel fact that the quota was full!

Do you really want to give Xian'er to Cao Xuan?

Seeing that the boiling was getting louder and louder, Qin Gang gradually lost control.

The disciples who can perform tasks outside the sect for a long time are all above the fourth-level holy kings, and there are many who are stronger than Qin Gang.

There are even many fifth-level holy kings among them!

How could he control the situation if such a large group of people started to stir up trouble?

Unable to say anything, he looked at Xi Ruolan for help.

Xi Ruolan was thinking, and everyone focused their expectant eyes on her, with their hearts in their throats.

Xianyun Ancient Temple is held every five years. If you miss it, you will never have the chance again.

However, Xi Ruolan quickly gave a reply, ruthlessly and indifferently: "No! The sect's decision cannot be changed. Registration has ended. Please come back."

Seeing that everyone was still struggling, Xi Ruolan's eyes turned cold, she raised her palm and slashed in the air!

Wow——

In the courtyard, a huge tree broke apart!

The biting aura left behind was like a blade scraping across everyone's face, it was both painful and cold.

"Anyone who violates the sect's order will be killed!" Xi Ruolan's words were calm, but she could not hide her cold murderous intention.

Everyone felt awe-inspiring and did not dare to cause trouble again.

It's just that I can't hide the depression and sadness in my heart.

This is so unfair. They happened to be out on a mission and missed it!

"Retreat immediately. Anyone who dares to cause trouble will be killed without mercy!" Xi Ruolan ordered coldly!

Just when everyone was preparing to leave.

From the inner gate, a person flew over, it was no one else, it was Wu Qingzhou!

The only survivor among the team escorting the heavy treasure in Wutong Abyss!

After a month of rest, most of the injury has recovered.

"Master Xi, may I ask the junior brother who killed the snow lion, has he ever been here?" Wu Qingzhou looked anxious as he chased him from the Golden Bell Hall to this place.

Xi Ruolan was slightly startled, not understanding what he meant.

But Song Qingshan and others all fired at Su Yu who was behind the crowd.

Wu Qingzhou followed their gazes, and with a grateful face, he flew towards them, cupping his fists and smiling: "Are you Junior Brother Su Yu?"

Su Yu nodded absentmindedly: "Yes."

"Thank you, Junior Brother Su, for avenging my brother! He was buried in the mouth of that ferocious snow lion!" Wu Qingzhou kowtowed.

Su Yu supported him, listlessly, and smiled sadly: "You can do it easily, don't be grateful to me."

Well? He seemed to notice that Su Yu's mood was not right. He looked around and saw that the moods of the thirty people had changed. He couldn't help but be curious.

After a brief inquiry and learning the cause of the matter, Wu Qingzhou hesitated for a moment: "Junior Brother Su, if you want to participate in the Xianyun Competition, it is not completely impossible. Although registration has closed, there is still a way to participate in the Xianyun Competition.
Chapter completed!